It Turned Me Into a Ghost Chapter 27

After his disciple disappeared out of thin air, Xuan Ming was finally struck down by tremendous grief, staggering around the altar with tears streaming down his face. The spiritual power that Elias injected into his pupils through her palm has not dissipated, so the Bodhi Temple now has a different look.

He looked down the steps with a dull expression, and there were people standing around him. They were all the most prominent nobles in Beijing, some were tall, some were elegant, some were reserved and steady. They were wearing the most glamorous clothes and the most exquisite and expensive jewelry, and they looked so sanctimonious.

Although Xuan Ming has a broad mind and loves good and righteousness, he is not a fool who is ignorant of worldly affairs and only knows how to practice hard. He has experienced the harshness of the world, and naturally understands the sinister nature of people's hearts. In the past, he always took it as his mission to save the world. Regardless of whether he was a good guy or a bad guy, he was willing to lend a helping hand as long as he was in danger. This was because he believed in the goodness of human nature and believed that those who made mistakes would eventually find their way back.

However, now he has deep doubts about the ideas he once held. I saw that almost everyone in the audience, except for the young children, had an innocent soul attached to them. They have ferocious faces and malicious expressions. Some are grinding their teeth, some are chirping and sneering, or some are clawing out their brains and hearts. However, their enemies are all from extraordinary backgrounds, with auspicious clouds hanging over their heads, and they can't do anything to each other with just their meager resentment. During the long wait, they often have only one ending, that is, their souls are gone and they will never reincarnate.

Many wronged souls gathered together to form thick black mist. From a distance, the Bodhi Temple, which was once illuminated by Buddha's light and quiet and holy, turned into a ghostly Shura field. Especially Conrad Wang, with a two-foot-tall Thousand-faced Ghost attached to his back. Each face was twisted, roaring, hissing, and the words "Give me back my life" echoed over the altar, like hell. Reappear.